Ferd glanced over his shoulder at Richards shouted request. He stifled a smile and turned to holler up the stairs in reply, cupping one hand around his mouth.

"Sure thing Richard. No offense meant." He said. Ferd's ears pricked up at Val's word play. He chuckled out loud and smiled. He was starting to like Val.

It looked like neither James or Ambrose wanted to come along, so Ferd waved a quick goodbye and joined Val on the porch.

The rain hadn't let up, though Ferd knew it was wishful thinking to hope that it would have in the short amount of time since they'd all walked into the house. 

He turned to look for the man Richard claimed he had seen standing out in the street. When Val spoke up again Ferd was surprised. How on earth had he found the man? He couldn't see as much as a silhouette in this fog. He followed Val's gaze and squinted as hard as he could. There? Maybe that was the man? He could just make out what looked like an arm holding what he assumed was a lit smoke of some kind.  As the point of blurry red light moved up to where a man's head might be Ferd felt safe assuming that was the man he was looking for.

"Well shall we?" Ferd asked Val, waving an arm in front of himself as he walked off the porch. "Onward Chauncey!" Ferd called into the fog as he strolled toward the fellow in the fog. He wasn't to concerned about the man, after all if he was dangerous he probably would have done something by now. Still it would pay to be careful. Ferd made sure to keep in step with Val, thinking that the buddy system might be the only defense available to him at the moment. He'd have to get his hands on a pistol soon. He still had a bad feeling about this case.